The dolls had a tea-party: wasn't it fun! In ribbons and laces they came, one by one. We girls set the table, and poured out the tea; And each of us held up a doll on our knee. You never saw children behave half so well: Why, nobody had any gossip to tell! And (can you believe it?) for badness, that day, No dolly was sent from the table away. One dolly, however, the proudest one there, Was driven almost to the verge of despair, Because she had met with a simple mishap, And upset the butter-plate into her lap. The cups and the saucers they shone lily-white: We helped all the dollies, they looked so polite. We had cake and jam from our own pantry-shelves: Of course, we did most of the eating ourselves. But housewives don't know when their cares may begin. The window was open, and pussy popped in: He jumped on the table; and what do you think? Down fell all the crockery there, in a wink. We picked up the pieces, with many a sigh; Our party broke up, and we all said good-by: Do come to our next one; but then we'll invite That very bad pussy to keep out of sight.

George Cooper.

THE SPRAINED ANKLE

Harry has been a long, long time at the window, watching the boys as they go past on their sleds. It is a bright afternoon, and they are enjoying the coasting very much.

Harry draws a long sigh, which makes his mamma look up from her work, and say,—

"I know it is hard for you, darling; but think what might have happened to Johnny if you had not saved him."

Would you like to know what it is which keeps Harry in-doors while there is so much fun outside?

Well, while he is counting the sleds as they go down the long hill in front of the house, I will tell you.

It was on Saturday afternoon, a week ago. He was out coasting with the other boys. Johnny Ware, a little fellow only five years old, was with them.

Harry and several other boys were going very swiftly down the hill as Johnny was coming up.

"Get out of the way!" shouted one boy.

"Look out, Johnny, turn to the right!" cried another. But the little fellow did not know which was right, and, being bewildered, stood still. The sleds were almost upon him, and it seemed as if he must be run over, when Harry caught him, and threw him one side, but not in season to save his own ankle.

It was badly sprained, and he had to be carried home. But when Harry remembers the danger, and how near Johnny came to being run over, he does not complain. He can even watch the boys cheerfully, and clap his hands in joy as he hears their ringing laugh and merry shouts.

Johnny Ware is among them, but does not stay long. He comes into Harry's house to warm his fingers. After standing by the stove a few minutes, he comes to the window, and, slipping his little cold hand into Harry's, says, "May I stay with you, Harry?"

Don't you think our little lame boy is happy now?

Mary Myrtle.

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From Bed-Time Stories, by Louise Chandler Moulton, published by Roberts Brothers, Boston.

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